Hello Everyone, I've noticed the list has been lacking posts lately so I've taken it upon myself to cram up everyone's mailboxes. I suppose I should start by introducing myself seeing this is my first post. My name is JoAnn and I am from Detroit, a city recognized globally for its cars and music, but in my humble little heart it will always rekindle memories of steaming sewers, dirty alleys, and broken glass (something I affectionately have grown to name "city glitter"). You can imagine my jealousy when reading other's posts from the list which speak of taking walks down to rivers, climbing hills, running in fields....maybe someday I'll be fortunate enough to have such surroundings. However, until then I'll take a nice deep breath of the smell of burning rubber and try to imagine I'm LLPainter Jane running and running and running to the edge of town getting pollen on the cuffs of my pants. So I had a B&S dream the other night. From what I've read it seems to happen to a lot of listees. Anyway, I was at a B&S concert, but they were playing songs I've never heard before. Next thing I know (you know how in dreams sometimes you're just transported somewhere without actually moving), I am sitting on a ledge right in front of the stage. Stuart comes up to me and says, "Hey, that's a cool shirt. How much did it cost?" I look down to discover I am wearing an Elvis t-shirt. Out of nowhere, my little sister appears next to me on the ledge which is fitting because she is in real life obsessed with Elvis. So I ask her, "how much did this shirt cost?" and she answered, "about twenty minutes". Well, Stuart gets a big kick out of her saying "minutes" rather than "dollars" and starts cracking up. Then he says to me, "JoAnn, do you mind if I break your back?". I woke up before I could answer. In my subject line I promised some love advice from the legendary pop crooner Pat Boone. No, it wasn't given to me personally, I read it in a book I picked up at a rummage sale written by the man himself in the 1950's. The book was originally intended as a guide on life and love for teenagers, but now it serves pretty well for laughs. I tempt no longer, here is an actual quote, "Kissing is not a game....Kissing for fun is like playing with a beautiful candle in a roomful of dynamite!" Pat suggests going bowling or watching a TV program as an alternative. So remember kids, when you are out this weekend enjoying the sun with your special someone ---- NO Kissing For Fun!!! Kiss for your local charity, kiss just for practice, but by god, don't let me hear of you kissing just for fun! Goodbye. Take care one and all, JoAnn "I'd rather learn from one bird how to sing than teach ten thousand stars how not to dance" --- e.e. cummings +----------------------------------------------------------------------+ +---+ Brought to you by the undead Sinister mailing list +---+ To send to the list mail sinister@missprint.org. To unsubscribe send "unsubscribe sinister" or "unsubscribe sinister-digest" to majordomo@missprint.org. WWW: http://www.missprint.org/sinister +-+ "legion of bedroom saddo devotees" "tech-heads and students" +-+ +-+ "the cardie wearing biscuit nibbling belle & sebastian list" +-+ +-+ "sinsietr is a bit freaky" - stuart david, looper +-+ +-+ "pasty-faced vegan geeks... and we LOST!" - NME April 2000 +-+ +-+ "peculiarly deranged fanbase" "frighteningly named +-+ +-+ Sinister List organisation" - NME May 2000 +-+ +----------------------------------------------------------------------+